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◈ The Weakest Knight Became a Swordmaster, But Only in Dungeons ◈
Chapter 63: Divine Revelation - Interlude
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‘Hasn’t the atmosphere gotten a little strange?’
An uncomfortable silence settled in when Master Lucia said nothing.
‘Uh...? I guess that makes sense?’
Come to think of it, based on what I’d just said, I had turned down a path to success guaranteed by the Saintess without the slightest hesitation and chosen Lucia instead.
Had I been too focused on surviving?
Once I realized how my words might have sounded to Lucia, a bead of cold sweat ran down my cheek.
“Hehe.”
Lucia held her lightly clenched right hand before her lips and smiled contentedly.
“Why are you trembling after saying it yourself?”
“Ah...”
In front of Lucia, whose aura sense was absurdly overpowered, I couldn’t even hide my tension.
I felt completely exposed.
‘Still, I’m glad she looks happy.’
At least I didn’t seem to have burdened her unnecessarily.
“My squire, come here.”
“Ah, yes!”
Lucia beckoned, and I approached her.
I was already close, so why was she asking me to come closer? What was she going to say?
“You haven’t had a chance to rest, even though the Sparring Test is over.”
“That’s true, but I’m fine...”
Tap. Tap.
Lucia gently patted her knee.
“Would you like to lie down with your head on my lap?”
“...?”
Suddenly, on her lap?
“...Understood.”
I didn’t know why, but it was my master’s order...
‘If she tells me to lie down, I lie down.’
I moved beside Lucia, then stiffly laid my head on her thigh and lay flat on my back. I couldn’t help feeling terribly awkward.
‘Whoa...’
Lucia’s ample chest filled my vision right before my eyes, and I swallowed my exclamation.
An unreal softness kept brushing against the tip of my nose, accompanied by a sensual fragrance. My body flinched on reflex.
Soon, just as she had in the infirmary, Lucia began gently stroking my hair.
“Master?”
“Rest comfortably for now, my squire.”
“May I ask why you’re doing this...?”
“Because I’m proud of you. I am, too... That’s all.”
Lucia’s soft whisper tickled my ears.
“Am I really allowed to enjoy such luxury...?”
“Hehe, what a funny thing to say. It’s fine. I’m glad you like it.”
...Huh?
‘Wait, doesn’t that mean she expected me to like this?’
Come to think of it, Lucia had already noticed my feelings.
Though I couldn’t explain them as memories from a past life...
Still, if she was doing this because she knew I’d like it, could I take that to mean Lucia had opened her heart a little more?
‘Anyway...’
If she wanted to take such good care of me, wasn’t it only polite for me to enjoy it?
A sense of comfort so deep it felt as though my body would melt washed over me.
I couldn’t possibly escape. What kind of insane healing was this?
Of course, it would be embarrassing if Lucia noticed these feelings too...
‘She already figured out my feelings from my past life, so why worry about it now?’
I was tired of being conscious of Lucia’s ability whenever I had thoughts.
Lucia seemed willing to accept me as I was too, so from now on, I’d just give up and become a master devotee without worrying so much.
‘Yeah. Whatever happens, happens.’
If she wanted to read my feelings, she could.
Maybe because I had let go of that burden, my heart felt lighter.
I closed my eyes and smiled peacefully.
“Thank you, Master. I will cherish this moment as a precious memory for the rest of my life.”
“I didn’t know you’d like it this much...”
Lucia gave an awkward smile at my excessive sentiment.
“...My squire.”
“Yes.”
“Thank you. I was happy.”
“...”
Her voice melted into my ears. She’d be incredibly popular if she did ASMR.
‘Well, she took it well, so I should take it positively too.’
Then Esili’s offer to recruit me suddenly came to mind.
‘By the way, am I going to get involved with the Church now?’
If the Saintess was after me because of an oracle, she wouldn’t give up on me easily.
I didn’t know whether getting involved with the Solaus Church would become an obstacle or a help in the future scenario.
One thing was certain. I wasn’t in a position to entrust myself to the Solaus Church, whatever conditions they offered.
‘And they seemed interested in my signature color, so I should be wary of that too.’
I would have to keep an eye on the Church’s movements.
In any case, I’d put off rejecting the offer. According to the scenario, I would meet the Church again before long.
‘I can tell them then.’
That would probably have less effect on the scenario’s overall flow until then.
‘For now... I should enjoy this.’
I relaxed with a comfortable expression.
The warmth of sunlight streaming through the window, the feel of Lucia’s thigh beneath my head, and her affectionate hand stroking my hair...
I entrusted myself completely to it.
...I was happy.
* * *
Griffin Knight Academy, private room.
The Saintess heard about Ron Hazely from Damian, her biological older brother, who had the same pale golden hair as her.
Damian’s kind smile sent a chill down her spine from time to time, but the Saintess chose not to pay it any mind.
“It’s a shame there’s only so much you can tell me. I’m really, really curious about that person...”
A vein twitched in Damian’s brow beneath his gentle smile.
“Gretchen? You said you’d enroll here next year, right? Once that time comes, you’ll be able to hear more about Ron Hazely.”
“Um... You know, that’s no longer certain! I might not enroll after all.”
“Huh? Really...? Because of Church matters?”
“Yes, I suppose so.”
If she made Ron, the man indicated by the oracle, her holy knight, she wouldn’t have time to remain tied to Griffin Knight Academy.
The Saintess answered with that intention, but Damian did not know the details.
“That could be the case... By the way, Gretchen. Why are you so interested in Ron? Is it because Ron beat me?”
Naturally, that couldn’t be the only reason. Damian had asked because he had already guessed as much.
As Damian expected, the Saintess shook her head.
“Come to think of it, you wouldn’t have heard about it because you’ve been at knight academy, right?”
After checking for the presence of soundproofing magic once more, the Saintess spoke.
“An oracle descended.”
“What...?”
Damian’s eyes widened.
“I can’t tell you the details, Brother!”
“...?”
“Still, it’s something I can’t reveal completely to anyone else either, so don’t be too disappointed. Ah, I can tell you this much.”
“What is it?”
The Saintess raised her index finger and answered.
“Only the person indicated by the oracle can become my true knight!”
Damian felt dizzy, but did not show it.
He merely voiced an uneasy guess.
“Gretchen... Then the subject of that oracle is...”
“Yes! It’s Ron Hazely! This is a secret!”
‘Oh, God...’
Even Damian, who always wore a kind smile, could not control his expression this time.
The Saintess checked the wall clock and rose from her seat.
“It’s time to leave? What a shame...”
The Saintess pulled up her hood again. In an instant, her hair turned dark blue.
“I’ll be going first. It was nice meeting you, Brother!”
“Ah... Shall I see you off?”
“No. I told you my visit here today was a secret, right? I don’t want to give anyone a reason to be suspicious. Well then, goodbye! See you again, Brother!”
The Saintess waved with a bright smile and left.
The holy knight made the sign of the cross toward Damian, and Damian did the same. Then the holy knight followed the Saintess.
“Ron Hazely...”
The private room was now empty.
Damian stared at the doorway through which the Saintess had departed and murmured Ron’s name in a voice full of confusion and questions.
Meanwhile, the Saintess, under a magical disguise, met up with believer Esili. They boarded the Holy Nation’s carriage.
The Saintess sat in the seat of honor behind a curtain.
“Esili, how did it go!?”
The Saintess asked believer Esili with eager eyes.
Esili lowered her head and answered.
“For now, we have simply made the offer. Cadet Ron Hazely also appeared to be considering our proposal seriously.”
“Hehe, good work! Ugh, but I feel bad for Commander Lucia...!”
“Could it be helped? Please don’t worry too much. She seemed to understand the circumstances. We can also offer her side some compensation separately.”
Trying to recruit someone who had already become another person’s squire was naturally discourteous.
However, with an oracle having descended, observing worldly etiquette was meaningless. The chief god’s will came first.
“It would be troublesome if he refuses, though.”
“I don’t believe that is likely. Since Cadet Ron Hazely is an orphan from Brenvel’s back alleys, he must have a great desire to rise in status.”
Esili answered in an unwavering tone.
“Even now, as a knight academy cadet, he enjoys quasi-noble status. He must have been slowly savoring the taste of status while socializing closely with the children of powerful noble families as their classmate.”
Esili continued.
“Yet we have extended a hand that would grant him better status and treatment immediately than what he has now, or what he could enjoy later as an ordinary member of the White Wing Knight Order. It would be difficult for him to refuse readily.”
“Wow, Esili! Aren’t you being too certain?”
“That is usually how people from the back alleys are. They honestly pursue their ugly desires. Regrettably, I believe the desires people hold are all much the same. I believe anyone can become holy only within the Lord.”
Esili lowered her eyes further.
“I’m especially confident that I understand Cadet Ron Hazely’s inner thoughts better than anyone. I too am from Brenvel’s back alleys. Surely... he fought desperately to survive as well. That man.”
Memories of her childhood, when she endured each day by rummaging through trash cans and being beaten by street children in Brenvel’s back alleys, passed through Esili’s mind.
Whenever those memories surfaced, the scar on her shoulder throbbed, even though the wound had long since healed.
“Then~”
The Saintess looked up at the blue sky beyond the carriage window.
“If Lord Ron Hazely rejects our offer, your belief will be shattered, and I’ll get to experience being rejected by a man for the first time!”
“Saintess? That is...”
“That would be fun in its own way! Hehe.”
Was that a joke?
Even so, it was such an unexpected reaction that Esili was flustered.
“Of course, I too would like to believe that won’t happen, but you never know what people will do, right? Only the Lord knows!”
“...”
The Saintess flashed a broad smile, showing her white teeth, and waved her hand.
“Well then! We found the person we were looking for, made our offer, and I teased my brother to my heart’s content, so mission complete! Let’s return now! Staying any longer would only burden the academy, burden the academy.”
“Yes... Understood.”
The Solaus Church completed the necessary procedures and departed Griffin Knight Academy.
The Saintess gazed out the carriage window, lost in thought.
Signature color.
When she had observed the first-year Sparring Test, the Saintess had sensed a signature color in Ron’s aura. Unusually, she could distinguish signature colors instinctively.
Ron’s flashing lightning aura, which had sent chills through her and squeezed her heart, remained vivid in her mind.
Since it was not known that Ron possessed a signature color, she had deliberately not mentioned it.
It might be a sensitive secret for him.
“Maybe I should have at least spoken to him...”
She had only avoided contact with a stranger because she had to be careful with her conduct while visiting the knight academy with her identity concealed.
The Saintess also wanted to speak with Ron.
Swallowing her disappointment, the Saintess murmured softly.
“I want to meet him properly soon.”
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[My beloved Gretchen Dunbringer. Child of pitiful fate.]
[Look over the first-years of Griffin Knight Academy. Among them is one who has awakened a signature color and will transcend fate, assist my will, and save you.]
[You will know when you see him, so go and welcome the knight of salvation.]
[I respect his will, so do not reveal to anyone that he is one not bound by fate.]
[Do not interfere with his will.]
[Proclaim only that you must make him your knight.]
[I have always loved you, my child.]
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